Fic for Seung-ri's solo!
Title: Nerves
Pairing: G-ri
Rating: PG
Summary: Sometimes Seung-ri's nerves play tricks on him
Three times in a row now and still there’s no reply. Just fifteen minutes ago he was right here, mobile in hand, explaining the importance of a light blush - just a little, you know, to bring out the best in him, i.e. his cheekbones - and now it’s as though the earth has opened up and swallowed him without as much as a burp.
“Seung-ri!”
How is it possible, Ji-yong wonders with a sigh, for something so loud to just disappear without a sound? It defeats all logic, and it’s annoying. Really. Every room is either empty or full of people and things he isn’t looking for, so he opens the door and steps out into the night. He blinks his eyes against the downpour - but all he sees is snow.
He dials again, hey sexy, crack, crack, crack, crack~
His brows shoot up. He can hear it, Seung-ri’s ringtone - it’s muffled, but it’s there, outside. But there’s no Seung-ri. Ji-yong squints. The falling snow prevents him from seeing more than a few metres ahead and all eventual footsteps are already faded and gone.
So Ji-yong follows the crack-crack. He pushes through the snow, it reaches all the way up to his knees and makes him think of quicksand. I’m Strong Baby - he’s getting closer, he redials.
Crack-crack, Ji-yong finds Seung-ri’s phone on the ground, snowed over and wet. He wrinkles his nose.
“Seung-ri, you idiot!”
“There’s no need to scream, hyung. I can hear you.”
Seung-ri, too, is on the ground, collapsed in a heap of snow, buried under a thick, white blanket. He’s been there for ten minutes tops, and Ji-yong still has to dig him out of his hole.
“I just meant to lie down for a moment, but then I couldn’t get up,” Seung-ri explains, brushing snow from his clothes.
“You’ll catch pneumonia.”
“So I can have sick days.”
“We don’t have sick days, Seung-ri.”
“Oh sigh.”
Ji-yong grabs at him but meets resistance when he tries to drag him back towards the house.
“I don’t wanna.”
“You don’t wanna.” Ji-yong sighs and thinks of ways to bribe a five year old. Perhaps ice cream, but then again, the weather ---
“What if they don’t like me.”
Seung-ri takes the gloves sticking out of Ji-yong’s pockets and slips his hands inside. “I mean, I like me. But what if no one else does?”
“What are you, an idiot?”
Seung-ri glares.
“I like you, too, my Seung-ri.”
“Well, yeah, that’s nice and all but ---”
“We’re Big Bang, we’re awesome. It’s not our fault if other people have bad taste.”
“But, hyu---“
“SHUT UP!” Ji-yong screams and tackles him, forcing them both into a pile of snow and when Seung-ri splutters and looks like he’s about to vomit a snowball or two, Ji-yong just holds him down. He waits until Seung-ri starts to really struggle and pant for breath before he loosens his grip and slides his arm around his waist instead to hug him.
Seung-ri’s eyelashes are full of ice crystals and Ji-yong brushes snowflakes from his cheek. Seung-ri keeps gasping and the snow melts, making Ji-yong’s jeans feel damp.
“I really like you, Seung-ri.”
“Yeah, I know. Me, too.”
End.
Pairing: G-ri
Rating: PG
Summary: Sometimes Seung-ri's nerves play tricks on him
Three times in a row now and still there’s no reply. Just fifteen minutes ago he was right here, mobile in hand, explaining the importance of a light blush - just a little, you know, to bring out the best in him, i.e. his cheekbones - and now it’s as though the earth has opened up and swallowed him without as much as a burp.
“Seung-ri!”
How is it possible, Ji-yong wonders with a sigh, for something so loud to just disappear without a sound? It defeats all logic, and it’s annoying. Really. Every room is either empty or full of people and things he isn’t looking for, so he opens the door and steps out into the night. He blinks his eyes against the downpour - but all he sees is snow.
He dials again, hey sexy, crack, crack, crack, crack~
His brows shoot up. He can hear it, Seung-ri’s ringtone - it’s muffled, but it’s there, outside. But there’s no Seung-ri. Ji-yong squints. The falling snow prevents him from seeing more than a few metres ahead and all eventual footsteps are already faded and gone.
So Ji-yong follows the crack-crack. He pushes through the snow, it reaches all the way up to his knees and makes him think of quicksand. I’m Strong Baby - he’s getting closer, he redials.
Crack-crack, Ji-yong finds Seung-ri’s phone on the ground, snowed over and wet. He wrinkles his nose.
“Seung-ri, you idiot!”
“There’s no need to scream, hyung. I can hear you.”
Seung-ri, too, is on the ground, collapsed in a heap of snow, buried under a thick, white blanket. He’s been there for ten minutes tops, and Ji-yong still has to dig him out of his hole.
“I just meant to lie down for a moment, but then I couldn’t get up,” Seung-ri explains, brushing snow from his clothes.
“You’ll catch pneumonia.”
“So I can have sick days.”
“We don’t have sick days, Seung-ri.”
“Oh sigh.”
Ji-yong grabs at him but meets resistance when he tries to drag him back towards the house.
“I don’t wanna.”
“You don’t wanna.” Ji-yong sighs and thinks of ways to bribe a five year old. Perhaps ice cream, but then again, the weather ---
“What if they don’t like me.”
Seung-ri takes the gloves sticking out of Ji-yong’s pockets and slips his hands inside. “I mean, I like me. But what if no one else does?”
“What are you, an idiot?”
Seung-ri glares.
“I like you, too, my Seung-ri.”
“Well, yeah, that’s nice and all but ---”
“We’re Big Bang, we’re awesome. It’s not our fault if other people have bad taste.”
“But, hyu---“
“SHUT UP!” Ji-yong screams and tackles him, forcing them both into a pile of snow and when Seung-ri splutters and looks like he’s about to vomit a snowball or two, Ji-yong just holds him down. He waits until Seung-ri starts to really struggle and pant for breath before he loosens his grip and slides his arm around his waist instead to hug him.
Seung-ri’s eyelashes are full of ice crystals and Ji-yong brushes snowflakes from his cheek. Seung-ri keeps gasping and the snow melts, making Ji-yong’s jeans feel damp.
“I really like you, Seung-ri.”
“Yeah, I know. Me, too.”
End.